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Alpha hugged his legs tightly. He was sitting in the corner of an old dusty small room. The floor was made out of concrete and wasn't very comfortable at all. The walls were made of stone and there were no windows, just an old air vent. The room was almost completely empty. The was a small bathroom which consisted of nothing but a toilet and a wash basin. Other than that there was literally nothing in here. The door was always locked, keeping him from getting out. Alpha couldn't remember the last time he left this room. In fact he was sure that he had never left this room since he was tossed in there, god knows how long ago. He had long since stopped keeping track. Alpha pulled his legs closer to his body, shivering. summer was just about done which meant cold weather was on the way. There was no heating in his prison, so winter was unbearable. Alpha wasn't looking forward to it one bit. Then he heard the lock on the door start to jiggle, which only meant one thing.

Oh no... he thought hopelessly. He had long since learned it was pointless to hide, so he just stayed in the corner, pressing himself against the wall as tightly as he could. The door opened and a tall middle-aged man came in. He was holding something Alpha had grown to fear. An old leather belt with nails hammered into it. The blood stains on the belt showed that it had seen a lot of use.

“So, how is our little freak pet today?” he asked cruelly.

Alpha didn't answer.

“I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!!!!” he bellowed whipping the belt on the concrete floor creating a loud cracking noise that made Alpha jump. “AND I EXPECT AN ANSWER!!!!”

“I......I....I'm....o....okay.” Alpha whimpered.

The let out a cruel laugh.

“I see, you're okay huh? Well, we don't want that.” he walked closer to the now terrified hybrid. “Freaks like you don't deserve to feel even “okay” looks like I'll have to fix that.”

Alarms bells rang in Alpha's head as he tried to shuffle away from the looming threat.

“But.....I......I......I.....didn't.....do.....a....a......anything!” he cried, knowing all to well what was gonna happen next and was dreading it. The man swiftly grabbed Alpha's arm.

“Do I look like I care?” he asked dangerously. He lifted up the spikey belt.

“N....no....don't.....” whimpered Alpha, but the man didn't listen and lashed the belt on to his bare arm.

- - - - - - - - -

“AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”

Alpha had bolted up and was now sitting on a mattress in what was clearly not the old empty basement room he had grown so accustomed to. He was trying to calm his heavy breathing when he heard quick footsteps heading towards the room he was in.

“Alpha, you okay?” asked Flamegirl as she came into the room. Another bad dream?”

Alpha hugged his knees staring at the girl in front of him. Then he began to remember the recent events. He wasn't in that horrible room anymore. He had escaped. Then this girl found him and bought him home. At first, Alpha didn't dare to believe that she was doing this out of kindness. He thought maybe those guys had asked her to find him and bring him back. However, the more she reassured him, the more he started to think that maybe, just maybe, this was real. He wasn't about to let his guard down yet though. It still felt too good to be true. Alpha stared down at his socks, then remembered that he was now wearing new clothes, which still felt foreign on his skin. He recalled that he had fallen asleep in Flamegirl's arms after his...”breakdown”. Flamegirl walked up him and knelt down.

“Well it's over now” she said with a smile. “I just finished making supper. Think you'll be up for trying some soup?”

Alpha was confused. The best he ever got to eat were bread rolls, and they were really stale and sometimes even mouldy, and his captors would always force him to eat every.single.bite. Stopping for even a second meant a lashing. Not wanting to risk that, Alpha stood up and followed Flamegirl out of the room, flinching with every step. Maybe tying those bits of wood to his feet with rope wasn't such a bright move.

Alpha sat at the kitchen table as Flamegirl put a bowl of tomato soup in front of him.

“See how you do with that, and if you want seconds just let me know.” she said with a smile. Alpha stared at the soup, unsure of how to eat it, it's been years since he had something that he couldn't eat with his hands. He decided to subtlely watch Flamegirl and did as she did. The soup tasted like nothing he had in a long time. It was soooo good. He managed to eat about half of it before his stomach said no more. He was afraid Flamegirl would be upset but she just smiled.

“It's alright, you don't have to eat all of it.” she reassured, taking the bowl so she could wash up. “This is probably gonna take some getting used to huh?”

Alpha looked down at the table, managing a small nod. That had to be the biggest understatement of the century. For years now, all he'd known was misery. Since he was captured, he had never gone so long without getting a new scar to add to his collection. Alpha looked around the kitchen and noticed something was a little off. He didn't want to risk asking, but curiosity got the better of him.

“Wh......where's the.....other one?” he asked in barely a whisper.

Flamegirl turned to him looking surprised. She obviously hadn't expected him to say anything. Then she smiled.

“Oh, you mean Kirb? He's gone back home. He said he'll be back tomorrow though.” She put the bowls on the drying rack. “Hey how about some hot chocolate?”

“O....okay” he said quickly.

Hot chocolate? Wow how long has it been since he had one of those. He loved hot chocolate back before his life went to hell. It wasn't long before Flamegirl had made them both mugs of hot chocolate and handed one to Alpha.

“Careful, it's hot.” she warned. Alpha gingerly too the mug. He blew of the liquid and took a sip. Wow, he had forgotten how good chocolate tasted. He couldn't help himself, he started to literally guzzle his drink. He got a little too excited and the slipped out of his hands and landed on the table with a clank, the contents spilling everywhere. Alpha immediately jumped out of his seat and backed away in panic. Flamegirl watched him looking confused.

“You okay?”

Alpha back him self against the wall in the corner of the kitchen, now in full panic mode.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” he whimpered.

Flamegirl stood up and walked towards him. Alpha slid down the wall onto his backside and tried to push his self further into the corner.

“Hey, it's okay, don't worry about it.” she reasurred reaching her hand out to touch his shoulder.

“NOOOOOO!!” Alpha screamed smacking the hand away and curled him up tighter into the corner, covering his head with his hands, he squeezed his eyes shut.

“I'M SORRY!!!! I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!!!!! JUST, PLEASE......don't...” he couldn't finish and was now only able to whimper. He flinched when he felt a hand touch his shoulder and braced himself for the pain, but it didn't come. Instead the hand rubbed his shoulder comfortingly.

“Shhhhh, it's fine. Don't fret about it. It's just some spilt hot chocolate. It's not the end of the world.”

Alpha slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Flamegirl. She was giving him a very sweet smile.

“I can make you some more if you want.”

Alpha was floored. She wasn't gonna punish him? At all? Not daring to ask about her motives, Alpha nodded. He stood up and sat back on his seat still shaking slightly. After Flamegirl cleared up the table, she made Alpha a new mug of hot chocolate.

“Try to go a little easier on this one okay?” she said with amusment.

Alpha took the hot chocolate and much more carefully this time, started drinking it.

Later, Alpha and Flamegirl were sitting in the living room. Flamegirl had pulled out a board game. Snakes and Ladders, nice and easy. It was the perfect way to unwind after a tiring day. Once Flamegirl reintroduced Alpha to the rules, he got pretty into the game and even won. Alpha let out a huge yawn. Despite his nap earlier, he was now very sleepy. He was ready to curl up and fall asleep right there, but Flamegirl helped him up and guided him back to the spare room. Alpha was too tired to put up any resistance and he found him self falling asleep as soon as he was on the mattress.

The rain had thankfully stopped and made way for the warm sun by morning. Flamegirl was standing in front of her mirror, brushing her hair. She let out a big yawn. She didn't sleep well last night. Her mind kept drifting back to Alpha, no matter what she did. She put down her hairbrush and went to her living room. Alpha was still sound asleep on her sofa, but Kirbopher was nowhere to be seen. Flamegirl checked the kitchen and saw the half imp sitting on one of the chairs by the table. He seemed to be totally engrossed in something on his cellphone.

“You're up early.” she said quietly so she wouldn't wake the teen in the next room.

Kirbopher looked up and shrugged.

“To be honest, I hardly slept.”

“That makes two of us.” said Flamegirl with a small smile. “Has the power come back on yet?”

Kirbopher shook his head.

“Looks like it, I have internet access on my phone again anyway”

Flamegirl sighed and nodded and opened the refrigerator.

“Oh no, I forgot to buy milk” she cried. “Looks like it's dry cereal and OJ today then.” She took a carton of orange juice out of the refrigerator. Then she opened her cupboard and pulled out some Rice Krispies. It wasn't long before she had made breakfast for herself and Kirbopher. Alpha's was left on the counter for when he wakes up.

“What in the world has you so fixated on your cell phone this morning?” asked Flamegirl as she put the bowl of milkless cereal and glass of orange juice in front of him.

Kirbopher looked at her sadly.

“I've been doing some research. I think I've found out something about your guest”

Flamegirl felt her heart skip a beat.

“So...are you gonna tell me what you found out?” she asked nervously.

Kirbopher sighed and gave her his cellphone.

“You're not gonna like it.” he warned seriously.

“Yeah I kinda figured.” said Flamegirl with a hint of sadness in her voice. She looked at the article that Kirbopher had on his cellphone and her eyes widened. This article was almost a decade old. How Kirbopher was able to find it was beyond her. The article was about an incident over nine years ago. It involved a mother and a hybrid child who looked around eight or nine. Some gangsters had ambushed them while out on a shopping trip. The mother was shot dead right in front of the her child. Then one of the gangsters grabbed the child and threw him into their getaway truck. Witnesses had said that it all happened in the space of a minute. Flamegirl was appalled by this. Then when she saw the picture, her heart stopped. It was a picture of the mother and child. The mother looked fairly young and had wavy light brown hair, but her features didn't really register into Flamegirl's head as she was too busy looking at the child. He had red hair blue eyes and behind him were white wings and fluffy tail.

“Is....is that...?” she tried to ask but couldn't finish.

“Yup, I'm pretty sure” said Kirbopher solemnly. “Nobody knew anything about the kid. Not even his name. The police didn't really put much effort into finding him either. No prizes in guessing why. Poor guy must've just recently escaped. It would explain how nervous he is.”

Flamegirl felt sick. She put down the cell phone and sat on a chair, afraid that if she stayed standing for much longer she'd pass out.

“So all those scars must've been from....Oh my god.” she covered her face and sobbed. She heard Kirbopher stand up and felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, he got away didn't he? And we won't let this happen to him again.” Flamegirl looked up and managed a smirk.

“I thought you wanted me to let the Hybrid Agency take him in.” she said.

“I officially retract that statement.” said Kirbopher with a smirk. “I'll just have to help you with the expenses.”

Flamegirl was shocked by this.

“You don't have to.”

“I know I don't have to, but I'm going to anyway.” said Kirbopher with finality in his voice.

Seeing that her friend wasn't gonna take no for an answer, Flamegirl smiled and pulled the half imp in for a hug.

“Thank you Kirb, this means a lot to me.”

“Hehe, no prob.” said Kirb returning the hug.

Flamegirl soon broke the hug and said.

“Well, anyway there's this charity drive the Hybrid Agency are setting up today. It's not far, literally around the corner. I think I'll go and get Alpha some new clothes. I refuse to let him wear those rags any longer.”

Kirbopher smiled and nodded.

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

Flamegirl then heard movement from in the living room. She looked at the door and saw a nervous Alpha peeping in.

“Hey, morning.” she greeted sounding as friendly as she could. “I've got your breakfast, I bet you must be starving by now.”

Alpha seemed to perk up slightly at the mention of food and limped into the kitchen. Flamegirl felt her heart break. His feet must still be hurting him. It took all of her willpower to not rush up and hug him right there and then. That would've just panicked him. She picked up the bowl of Rice Krispies and glass of orange juice she put aside earlier and placed them on the table.

“here you go, sorry there's no milk.” she said sheepishly. Alpha sat at the table and looked at his breakfast with slight suspicion at first but then picked up a handful of Rice Krispies stuffed them into his mouth.

Flamegirl stifled a giggle. Looks like she would have to reintroduce this teen to table manners. She picked up her handbag and headed for the door.

“I better get going if I'm gonna make it before the good stuff is gone. Kirb, could you keep an eye on him while I'm gone.”

“Heh, yeah as if I'd leave him to potentially choke on Snap, Crackle and Pop over there.” said Kirbopher snickering at his own joke.

Flamegirl rolled her eyes and opened the front door to leave. “Okaaaay. See you later.”

- - - - - -

Kirb watched Flamegirl leave then turned his attention to Alpha who was still gobbling his breakfast as if life depended on it.

“Jeez slow down, no one's gonna take it away from you.” laughed Kirbopher.

Alpha didn't show any signs that he had heard him and just continued to eat. Once he finished he sipped some orange juice, but then grimaced and pushed it away.

“Something wrong?” asked Kirbopher, curious about the teen's actions.

Alpha just made a grossed out face. Understanding, Kirbopher stood up.

“I....er could get you some water, if you'd prefer.”

Alpha gave Kirbopher a surprised look but slowly nodded. Kirbopher emptied the rest of the orange juice into the sink, and after rinsing the glass, he filled it with water and gave it to Alpha.

Okay he doesn't like orange juice, better make a note of that. He thought to himself.

After that minor incident, Kirbopher and Alpha sat in the living room. Kirbopher was on his cellphone checking his Tumblr account while Alpha sat a considerable distance away. Kirbopher looked up at him and sighed. Poor guy must be so bored. Kirbopher picked up the remote next to him and switched on the TV. The TV sprang to life, making Alpha jump.

“Dude, it's a television.” laughed Kirbopher. “You remember what one of those are don't you?”

Kirbopher could swear that he saw the hybrid blush slightly, but paid it no mind. He began channel-flipping trying to find something they would both enjoy before finally stopping at one channel which started an episode of Gravity Falls. After about an hour, Flamegirl returned.

“Well you look comfortable.” she joked.

Kirbopher shrugged.

“Hey the kid was falling asleep. So any luck on your mission?”

“Yep I managed to get a few things.” said Flamegirl “I also made sure to pick up some milk this time. How was your morning?”

“Well I now know that Alpha doesn't like OJ, so that's a thing.” joked Kirbopher.

Flamegirl let out a little laugh. “I'll remember that.” She walked up to Alpha who was now staring at her.”

“In the mean time how about we get you out of those old things. We need to change those bandages on your feet anyway.”

Kirbopher smiled and stood up.

“Okay you two do that. I need to nip back to my place. I have a cat to feed.”

“Yeah, I've seen how uppity she gets when she's hungry.” said Flamegirl with a smirk.

“Trust me, you've seen nothing.” said Kirbopher with a shudder. “I won't be long.”

- - - - -

Once Kirbopher left Flamegirl led Alpha to the spare room. This room was completely empty aside from a mattress in the corner. She left the room briefly, so that Alpha could change in private. Now, instead of those tatty clothes, Alpha wore a pair of red tracksuit bottoms, an orange t-shirt under a dark red hoodie. Flamegirl even sewed on the alpha symbol onto the hoodie just for the heck of it. She also made sure to add holes for his wings and tail. She had bought him some dark red high tops but those would have to wait until his feet healed a bit. Once she was done changing his bandages, she gave him some white socks to put on. She then glanced at his still messy hair.

“Hey let's get that hair out of your eyes huh?” she suggested. She quickly went to her own room and grabbed her hairbrush. She was heading back when she heard something odd. It was coming from the spare room where she left Alpha. It sounded like someone was.....crying. Flamegirl immediately quickened her pace and looked into the spare room. Alpha was sitting on the mattress right where she left him, but he was now hugging legs and burying his face into his knees. Sounds of sobbing could be heard from his shaking form. Flamegirl ran to his side.

“Hey, what's the matter?” she asked, extremely concerned. Alpha slowly looked up at her. Tears were cascading from his eyes. Flamegirl felt her heart break. What could've gotten him so upset?

“Hey, talk to me.” she said gently putting hand on his heaving shoulder causing him to flinch slightly. “What's wrong?”

In an instant Alpha wrapped his arms around Flamegirl bawled into her shoulder. Flamegirl was taken aback. She had not expected this. This boy, who not even 24 hours ago wouldn't let her near him, was now seeking comfort from her. That was when Kirbopher, who had apparently just returned, looked into the room from the doorway.

“Whoa, what did you do?” he asked with an astonished look on his face.

“Not a clue.” said Flamegirl sadly. She began to worry. Was it something she did? But all she did was show kindness to him, right? Then it hit her. Alpha probably hasn't known a kind gesture in years since the “incident” nine years ago. It must be so overwhelming for him. Flamegirl wrapped her arms around the sobbing hybrid and pulled him closer.

“Shhhh, it's okay, everything will be okay.” she whispered. “Nobody is gonna hurt you ever again. I promise.”

She then stayed silent just letting Alpha sob his heart out. She rocked him gently and rubbed his back. She could see Kirbopher just watching sadly from the doorway. Then she felt Alpha's grip tighten then heard a small hoarse voice come out of him.

A short half-imp was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, listening to the popcorn popping away in the microwave. He had an icy blue skin tone, dark brown hair that covered his red eyes. He wore a dark blue turtle neck and light blue trousers that looked like they had seen better days. Being as short as he was, it wasn't easy to find clothes his size, so he had to make the majority of clothes himself. That wasn't the problem however. The problem was he was no good at it, so his clothes often came out in a bit of a patch work mess. He also wore a sock-like hat the same colour as his trousers made for him by a friend for his birthday last year. Since then he rarely took it off. Friends were hard to get when you were a hybrid. Though to be fair his friend was a hybrid too.

Bing!

“Well, it's about time.” muttered the half imp as the microwave announced that his popcorn was ready to be eaten. He open the door and carefully pulled the bag out. Popcorn was a rare luxury for him. He can't always afford it with the meager income he's on. He actually doesn't have a job, that's boarder-line impossible for a hybrid to accomplish. Not to say he didn't try. He tried countless times but he didn't get as much as a call back. He was sure that the second they found out he was a hybrid, his application forms went straight in the bin. His income came solely from a special agency which are fighting for equal rights for hybrids. They managed to get him an apartment room and get some money sent to his account each month, but the agency have few supporters so the amount of money they could send to hybrids varied. The half imp was quite determined however and gave up the few other luxuries he had for the past month to get popcorn and have a movie night with a close friend.

Just as he placed the popcorn into a large bowl his cell phone rang. The half imp placed the now empty popcorn bag into the bin and picked up his cell phone. He smiled when he saw who was calling and promptly accepted the call.

“Hey, Flamey, what's up?”

He heard an amused giggle from the other end.

“You know, it's actually kind of amusing that we still call each other by our nicknames we gave each other. We came up with them when we were like, 10?”

“Hey I can start calling you Stephanie if you want.” said the half imp gleefully.

The line went silent again for a moment before Flamegirl spoke up again.

“Well it was the reason I called you anyway.” she sighed. “I found another hybrid.”

It was now Kirbopher's turn to go silent. He just stood there staring at the wall for what seemed like an eternity. It wasn't until Flamegirl asked if he was still there, did he finally snap out of it.

“Are...are you sure.” he asked, his voice shaking.

“Yep, I'm positive.” said Flamegirl with certainty. She then proceeded to tell Kirbopher how she found the lost hybrid and how she bought the terrified boy back to her apartment. Kirbopher just listened, not daring to interrupt. Once she had finished her story he sighed and said,

“I'll be over in a moment, sit tight okay.”

Not giving Flamegirl a chance to respond he hung up and placed his cell phone into his trouser pocket. He glanced at the bowel of popcorn on the counter.

So much for movie night. he thought sadly before sighing and chucking the whole lot into the bin. Then he grabbed his key and left his apartment, locking it behind him. It was raining buckets but Kirbopher hardly cared and Flamegirl only lived a flight of stairs below him anyway. Once he reached her apartment he knocked on the door.

“Flamey, it's me! Open up!” he called.

He only had to wait a few seconds before Flamegirl opened the door.

“You didn't have to come right now Kirb. It's coming down in sheets out there.” she said with a hint of amusement. Kirbopher just shrugged.

“Well now that movie night is officially out, I had nothing better to do.”Flamegirl smiled and let him inside. Kirbopher took of his hat briefly to wring out the rain water.

“So where is the poor wee lamb.” in a mockingly sweet voice.

Flamegirl rolled her eyes and pointed to the corner of the room.

“Over there. He hasn't moved since we got here.

Kirbopher glanced in the corner and his eyes widened. There was indeed a teenage boy curled up into a ball, fast asleep. There was a blanket draped over him, presumably placed there by Flamegirl.

Jesus, you weren't kidding.” he said still trying to get over the shock.

“I know, and believe me, you do NOT want to see what's under the blanket.” said Flamegirl sadly.

“Yeah, I think I'll take your word for it this time.” said Kirbopher with a hint of sadness in his own voice. “So, he was just there, all by himself?”

Flamegirl nodded.

“I didn't see anyone anyway.”

Kirbopher let out a sigh and glanced at the dozing teen.

“So what's the plan?”

Flamegirl shrugged.

“Well, he's staying the night here. After that, who knows?” she looked at her feet thoughtfully.

Kirbopher gave her a concerned look.

“I think I know what you're thinking Flamey, bad idea. You're barely getting by on what the Hybrid Agency can give you as it is.”

“I know that!” exclaimed Flamegirl, flinching at how loudly that came out. Thankfully though, the teen boy continued to slumber as if nothing happened.

“I...I'm just worried. I don't want to send him back into the gutter again. He just looked so cold and helpless. I'm more than happy to give up a few luxuries if it means he'll have somewhere safe to stay.”

“Flamey, I don't know if you've noticed, but you barely have any luxuries to give up in the first place!” said Kirbopher annoyance now evident in his voice.

“So are you telling me, that tomorrow I should just kick him out and leave him to his luck?!” Flamegirl snapped sharply.

“I'm saying we should be realistic about this!” Kirbopher snapped right back. “We should call the Hybrid Agency or something. I'm sure they'll find him a place to stay.”

Flamegirl sighed irritably.“We'll only wake him if we keep arguing about this. We'll worry about what to do later okay?”

Kirbopher sighed, but nodded.

“Okay.”

a gigantic scream suddenly filled the room making both hybrids jump. Kirbopher's eyes shot to the previously sleeping hybrid now screaming and pushing himself furtherer into his corner. Flamegirl was at his side in an instant.

“Hey, hey, it's alright, you're okay.” she soothed, but the moment she got close to him the boy crawled away from her to the other side of the room. Kirbopher felt his heart ache for the poor boy but refused to show it. He had his pride to think about.

“So has the kid got a name or what?” He asked Flamegirl though his eyes not leaving the teen hybrid.

Flamegirl sighed sadly.

“I'm sure he does, but he hasn't spoken once.”

Kirbopher smirked cheekily.

“Well if he won't tell us then I guess we'll have to give him one. Can't just keep calling him Kid, can we?”

Flamegirl gave Kirbopher an odd look.

“I guess not, but what do you suggest?”

Kirbopher shrugged.

“Don't look at me, I'm no good at names. If someone asked me to name a black dog, the best I'd come up with is Blackie or something unoriginal like that.”

“That explains my nickname.” said Flamegirl, smirking.

“Hilarious.” said Kirbopher sarcastically. He glanced at the teen who was eyeing them both.

“Hmm maybe a video game will calm him down. I thought about working on one, but with the income I get I'd be lucky to get it to the alpha stage.” Kirbopher then got an idea. “Hey, Alpha, that doesn't sound half bad. What do you think Flamey?”

“I think you're finally losing it.” teased Flamegirl.

Kirbopher rolled his eyes and glanced back at the teen.

“Aha! I saw that smile!” he cried with triumph when he saw the beginnings of a smile on the boy's lips.

“Alright that's settled. Alpha it is.” said Kirbopher with finality.

The teen, now known as Alpha just looked at his feet. That's when Kirbopher finally noticed his less-than-ideal footwear.

“What the hell is he wearing?!” he asked Flamegirl.

Flamegirl sighed sadly.

“I don't know. Thinking about it I should get them off.”

She tried to get close to him but Alpha who had no way of escaping since Flamegirl was approaching from one way, and Kirbopher standing in another, he panicked and waved his arm. Flamegirl barely dodge the jet of water.

Kirbopher looked at Flamegirl then at Alpha, who definitely looked very scared. He was trembling and his breathing was escalating.

“So what do we do about it?” he asked.

Flamegirl began approaching Alpha again but much more slowly, holding her hands up.

“Just relax, I'm not gonna hurt you.” she said gently. “I want to help you. Those things on your feet can't be very comfortable. Let's get them off. I'm sure they'll feel much better afterwards.”

Alpha didn't move an inch. He kept his wary eyes on Flamegirl not letting his guard down.

“I promise I'm not trying to trick you.” she said sadly. “Having to wear those must really hurt. I can take the pain away, if you'll let me.”

Kirbopher watched in astonishment as Flamegirl got close enough to untie the rope around Alpha's feet. Alpha still seemed apprehensive but didn't make a move to stop her. Flamegirl appeared to be having difficulty, but eventually managed to remove the first makeshift shoe. Kirbopher grimaced when he saw that the of his foot that was under the rope had been rubbed raw. It was even starting to bleed.

“Ouch.” he muttered. “I'm amazed he was even able to walk.”

“Kirb, could you get the First Aid kit from the bathroom?” asked Flamegirl, looking deeply disturbed also.

“Sure, no problem.” said Kirbopher giving Alpha a quick sympathetic look before doing what was asked of him.

He entered the bathroom and let out a sigh. He definitely didn't think something like this was gonna happen. All he wanted to do was relax and have movie night with Flamegirl, but that certainly wasn't gonna happen tonight. He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the First Aid kit.

What in the world happened to make this guy so terrified of....everything he thought sadly.

Kirbopher had no idea what happened to Alpha but he sure as hell was gonna find out. He went back in the living area and saw that Flamegirl had somehow managed to convince Alpha, who was no longer wrapped in a blanket, to sit on the sofa. Kirbopher almost dropped the First Aid kit in shock when he saw the numerous scars that littered his arms and legs. He could also see that one of his wings seemed....disfigured. Kirbopher shook off the shock and gave Flamegirl the First Aid Kit.

“Here you go.”

Flamegirl smiled and gladly accepted it.

“Thanks Kirb.”

Kirbopher stepped back and watched Flamegirl open the box and try to coax Alpha into letting her treat his feet.

Alpha was hesitant at first but eventually relented.

“This will sting a little.” warned Flamegirl before spraying disinfectant onto the Hybrid's foot, causing him to hiss in pain. Soon enough Flamegirl had both feet bandaged up.

“There. That should feel better.” she said with a smile.

Kirbopher let out an impressed whistle.

“You're good.”

Flamegirl smirked.

“Why thank you.”

Suddenly a loud thunder clap sounded. The loudest one they heard to night and the lights flicked and shut off. Alpha let out a scream, clearly startled.

“Hey, You're alright. Everything's okay.” soothed Flamegirl. She then got up and tried to turn the lights on, but to no avail.

“Terrific” she sighed.

Kirbopher looked out the window.

“Oh man. Looks like it's effected the whole town.” he groaned.

“Well might aswell turn in early then.” said Flamegirl. “I was gonna make some soup, but I can't do that without a working stove.”

“Mind if I stay the night?” asked Kirbopher. “I don't fancy going out there after that. Not that I'm scared or anything.” he quickly added.

Flamegirl chuckled.

“I don't see why not.”

So Kirbopher got as comfortable as he could in an old armchair wrapped up in a blanket Flamegirl loaned him and watched her place a blanket over the now sleeping Alpha.

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Yeeeeah, guess What I've been doing recently. Been Watching Megaman NT warrior, after not seeing it for years because it vanished from the air and I only remembered it existed recently. But man that Navi's adorable! XD NT Warrior was my first exposure to the Megaman franchise believe it or not. Not only that I hadn't played a SINGLE Megaman game til Battle Network THIS MONTH. *hides from backlash* I'm terrible I know.

I sent an angel to watch over you last night but it came back.I asked, "why?"The angel said, "angels don't watch over angels."Twenty one angels are IN your world.Ten of them are sleeping, Ten are playing, one is reading this message.Send this to ten friends including me.I guess if I don't get it back I'm not one of them. As soon as you get five replies someone you love will quietly surprise you.Please read, not joking. God has seen you struggling with something. God says it's over. A blessing is coming your way. If you believe in God send this message on. Please don't ignore it. You are being tested. God is going to fix two things BIG tonight in your favor. DROP everything and pass it on. Tomorrow will be the best day of your life. Don't break this chain. Send this to 14 friends in 10 minutes. It's not that hard